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About East London

Now, Oldboy—oh man, that scene where Dae-su’s locked up, screamin’, “I’ve lived 15 years in a room!” Whores get that, trapped in their own way. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man, gets my blood boilin’. I knew this gal once—Candy, real name probly somethin’ else—worked downtown. Funny as hell, too. Told me, “Larry, I make more in a night than you do in a week!” Laughed my ass off—smartass, y’know? Made me happy, her spunk. But then—bam—she got busted, cops roughed her up. Pissed me off big time. Where’s justice, huh?

What to do in Willowmore

Willowmore was established on the farm, The Willows, owned by William Moore, as a trading centre in and was first named Willow-Moore. William Joseph Moore's father, William .

Ever heard of Willowmere Park? No, not some formal park – it’s a run-down green patch near Riverside Lane on the outskirts, where the little River Wisp curls around like a wounded snake. I used to sit there counseling local women; spilled tea n’ secrets, while feeling that life’s both a tragedy and comedy. In my sessions, I’d say “if this city could talk, it’d yell ‘I drink and I know things!’” And it really does.

Karoo farmer can’t wait to invite flying saucer aliens to his braai